In July of 2017, I had one of those moments that completely changes the direction of your life. After 12 years as a nurse I had worked my way into a management position. I was at the 'top of my ladder' and I was completely miserable. Sitting at my desk, contemplating the scary options in front of me, I asked God what on earth I was going to do. In that moment God challenged me about whether I wanted to define my future with my job or if I wanted to define my future with Him.
There was really only one response... "Ok God, you open the doors and I'll walk through them."
A month later, I had left a 11-year career in Pediatrics for a brand-new start in the world of Labor and Delivery. I was essentially a new graduate with 12 years of experience. It was humbling and it was terrifying.
Two months later, I was on a plane with a team from my home church to Paris where we worked with an MB Mission team to teach English, engage people who might never have had a chance to meet Jesus, and reconnect with friends the ministry had given me. It was a week of emotional processing what God might just be asking for. Which was something He made terrifyingly clear one morning on the train platform when I asked if He was really calling me to missions.
“Well what do you want me to say, Krista?”
“Well… I don’t want you to say no.”
Over the past year God has continued to take me deeper and deeper into His plan. Affirming and reaffirming a developing a heart for missions. Putting people in my life to process the scary and exciting possibilities with at just the right time. And it wasn’t long before a crazy theme started to develop.
A country that I hadn’t given ANY thought to before and honestly, don’t know if I really knew existed. A country that boasts the reputation as one of the poorest in the world. Where the average doctor to patient ratio is 1 to 50,000. A place where women have, on average, 6-7 children each, and 60% of women will die in childbirth. It is a place where dear friends just happened to visit as I was processing what God was calling me to. A place where there just happens to be a clinic that treats ONLY obstetrical patients and their children.
When God is trying to get your attention, apparently sometimes it hard to ignore.
In January 2019, God is sending me on another adventure. My first stop will be in France to visit and encourage friends who are serving in a long-term mission capacity. After that I will be joining a team of seven from Mennonite Brethren Mission (soon to be ‘Multiply’) in Niamey, Niger. We will be working with a native Nigerien, who somehow ended up in Kansas, where he met Jesus, and was called back to his home country to serve. The purpose of our trip is to see how we, as a group and as individuals, can partner with the ministry there.
Personally, this trip is the opportunity for me to further process what God is asking me. Our hope is to visit the clinic, schools, and farming projects, among others. I don’t know what God is asking me for just yet. If it is to practice being obedient as He teaches me to trust him completely. Or if He’s going to tell me that He has a future for me across the globe. Either way, I am learning that God really does have an incredible plan for my future.
With that, I come to the reason for this letter. A request for help funding my trip and an invitation into this journey with me. I'm learning that sometimes I'm the sender and sometimes I'm the goer... this is the time God is asking me to GO and I get to ask you to send.